The Truth

by melodious-schemer33

Quick poem I wrote for our poetry unit in English -- Galinda isn't too psyched to be holding Fiyero's hand.

A/N: We were supposed to create a "tone" poem for English. The result: Gelphie. Let me know what you think. :)

The Truth

She's standing there, up on the platform,

Watching, waving, smiling down,

All decked out in fancy clothes,

Silver shoes, a satin gown.

She's holding tightly to his hand,

And smiling in his ear,

But there's something lingering in those eyes,

A remnant of a tear

She scans the crowd while talking,

Spouting words of joyous fervor,

While inside she's bleeding,

Begging for a glimpse of her.

Perhaps that's her, standing right there,

Right beneath the platform,

Bringing back the summer,

The memory of their dorm.

Those chocolate eyes a-sparkling

In the gleam of the moonlight,

The promise of a slim, strong hand

To hold on to in the night.

But that is just a figment now,

Of her imagination.

Now they expect so much from her,

And she's got no inclination.

And yet she's standing up there,

Holding this strange guy's hand,

Pretending that she loves him,

While her heart turns to sand.

Will she ever see her love again?

Will she ever feel that joy?

Or will she give in to society

And be forced to like a boy?

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It's short, but I like it. :) Reviews are appreciated.